I've had this idea for a while, so now I'm typing it! Enjoy.


I followed the pack closely. We were all varying in size, color, and background. As much as I dislike it, were following the lead wolf, Henry, through the forest. I would've much rather been a free wolf, doing what I wanted, when I wanted. However, that wouldn't be very safe. I'd probably die. So, this is the next best thing. I looked back at Henry, who was staring directly ahead. He was motionless as usual. He was the biggest and tallest of us, seeming to be a natural born leader. Henry's fur was dark gray and ruffled ever so slightly in the cold, winter wind.

"How much longer is it?" I ask, a bit impatient.

Henry turns around, his coal black eyes, burning into my purple ones.

"Not far. Be patient."

Our pack was searching for food. It'd probably be the last time we'd all hunt before we turned. Our precious fur would give way to pale human skin. During the spring and summer months, we'd carry on, passing for humans until it began to get cold. It's our pack's most heavily guarded secret. Not that I'd tell the pack this, but I hate turning into a human. My human body was always so awkward and clumsy. Also, for some strange reason, I seemed to have a different…attribute everytime I changed. Whether it was my voice, hair color, height, or something, it seemed to change with each change.

"Jack!"

I must've been lost in thought, because the rest of the pack was far ahead of me.

"Come on, we found something!"

I ran towards them. I hoped it was a deer, or at least something tasty. However, when I reached what they were crowding around, I quickly realized that this was no…something. This…thing was shivering, pale, and practically lifeless. It had raven hair with yellow highlights protruding from its head. His entire body was covered in sheer pajamas, but was littered with cuts and bruises. Unfortunately, this figured seemed to be a human.

"What should we do?"

The small, quiet voice came from Kayla. She was a newcomer to the pack. We found her almost dead by a river one day and decided to take her in. She had a great sense of direction. Her fur was mostly gray, with a bit of black at the bottom and her eyes were ocean blue.

Henry sighed. "It's a human."

"Okay, and?" I replied. "You want us to just leave it here?"

"Yes."

I groaned. Henry was so uncaring.

"But, we can't just…leave him, right?" That voice was Dial. He was so energetic and excited about everything. We were constantly saving his hide—literally. His chocolate brown with matching color eyes. "If we were humans, we wouldn't want anybody leaving us!"

"He has a point," I point out. "Come on, if it hurts you that badly, I'll put him on his porch or wherever he lives."

"You'll have to sniff him."

I raced my nose over his body, prompting a mini jerk from him. Guess he isn't dead after all. This boy smelled…different. In a good way. He wasn't any particular scent, like I've smelled in the past. He was cinnamon, soap, hair spray, and more strongly, tears. I felt for him, I really did. He seemed like he's been through a lot.

"Done."

Henry seemed adamantly against us helping him, but shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever. But after that, we're leaving, okay?"

I smiled in triumph, following with a howl. Immediately, everybody howled as well, including Kayla. Even, Henry couldn't resist it.

Since it wasn't warm just yet, we couldn't turn into humans and carry him. So, we used another approach. Henry was in the front, carrying his feet on his back. No doubt he would complain about the human scent afterwards. Cody, Henry's younger brother, and Kayla kept his head and neck steady. Meanwhile, I was stuck with making sure he didn't fall off. Currently, he was sleeping. Luckily, he wouldn't remember any of this.

"We're almost there guys. His house seemed to be just beyond these woods," Kayla remarks.

"She's right," I say, the scent of his house getting closer.

Though I tried to resist it, I took a long look at the body. He looked normal enough, but something still didn't seem right. Those scars and bruises couldn't be right. And him, going out in the middle of winter in pajamas? Something wasn't right.

"Okay Jack, we're here. We're hanging back in the woods, you go ahead."

I nod, hoisting him on my back. I was surprised that the dude weighted practically nothing. I knew it wasn't going to be long until he woke up. When I got to the porch, I pretty much threw him on there. Too bad the impact instantly woke him up. He gasped and backed up, his back hitting the sliding glass door. We stared at each other, quietly. He wasn't scared or afraid, like I figured he would be—but curious. He held out his hand, seemingly as a hello.

"H-hi," he whispered.

I thought about Henry for a brief moment, lecturing us about the dangers of other humans. They'd try to catch us, sell us, make us breed, or worse. We were told to stay away, especially if we were in wolf form. However, this human looked…safe.

I stared at his hand and sighed. What could be the harm? I licked it, returning his hello, and backed up slightly, in case he was trying to do something. He wasn't.

"I'm…Yusei."

Yusei…that name seemed to fit him.

"Jack!"

I turned around, seeing Henry peer at us.

"What the hell are you doing?"

I growled in the back of my neck. Couldn't he just mind his own business?

"Yusei!"

I looked back up at him and noticed a male, looking very angry.

"How'd you get back here? I thought I threw you out."

Yusei bit his lip and looked away.

"I-I'm sorry."

The male frowned. "You better be."

Apparently, that's when he noticed that I was standing there.

"What's that dog doing here?"

Oh man, I hated people like that.

I growled and took off towards the woods. The rest of the pack crowded around me, trying to see if I was hurt or something, but I wasn't too concerned about myself, for once. I turned around and looked back at Yusei, just in time to see who ever that male was drag him back inside. By the collar.

"Damn," I cursed.

"Jack! I told you to drop the human off, not to make conversation. You could've gotten yourself killed," Henry scolds.

"But I didn't," I retort, still pissed about that male.

"T-try and calm down, Jack," Kayla says, softly.

I took a couple of deep breaths and took her advice. That still didn't calm my nerves.

And I doubt it ever will.